2 Metaphysical Poetry1600sInstead of an outward outpouring of love (Renaissance Romance), metaphysical poetry ponders the introspective aspects of love, death, war, GodMore realistic about love and sexDifficult and obscure with philosophical strains
3 Metaphysical Poetry Stylistic Devices Wit, Irony, Paradox (Metaphysical WIP)Pairing of 2 seemingly opposites to make pointShifts in proportions/scaleBreak down fancy devices and difficult lines to reveal a cliché.TRUTH through IRONY, CONCEITS, SCALE SHIFTS
4 Metaphysical Poetry Themes TimeCapricious faithRelationships and their uneasiness (with other humans and with God)Death and its effects on thought and perspective
5 Metaphysical Poetry Main Authors: John Donne ( ) – “A Valediction Forbidding Mourning” (592); “The Sun Rising” (622); “Death Be Not Proud – Holy Sonnet X” (746); “Woman’s Constancy”; “Love’s Alchemy”George Herbert ( ) – “Easter Wings”; “The Collar”; “Jordan (I)”; “Love (III)”; “The Windows”Andrew Marvell ( ) – “The Mower’s Song”; “The Mower to the Glo-Worms”, “The Mower Against Gardens”; “The Garden”; “To His Coy Mistress”(593)
6 Our two souls therefore, which are one, Though I must go, endure not yet A breach, but an expansion, Like gold to airy thinness beat.A Valediction: Forbidding MourningAs virtuous men pass mildly away, And whisper to their souls to go, Whilst some of their sad friends do say, TheIf they be two, they are two so As stiff twin compasses are two; Thy soul, the fix'd foot, makes no show To move, but doth, if th' other do.breath goes now, and some say, No:And though it in the center sit,Yet, when the other far doth roam, It leans, and hearkens after it, And grows erect, as that comes home.So let us melt, and make no noise, No tear-floods, nor sigh-tempests move; 'Twere profanation of our joys To tell the laity our love.Such wilt thou be to me, who must,Like th' other foot, obliquely run; Thy firmness makes my circle just, And makes me end where I begun.Moving of th' earth brings harms and fears, Men reckon what it did, and meant; But trepidation of the spheres, Though greater far, is innocent.John DonneDull sublunary lovers' love (Whose soul is sense) cannot admit Absence, because it doth remove Those things which elemented it.But we, by a love so much refined That ourselves know not what it is, Inter-assurèd of the mind, Care less eyes, lips and hands to miss.
7 Death Be Not ProudDeath be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not soe, For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow, Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill mee. From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee, Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow, And soonest our best men with thee doe goe, Rest of their bones, and soules deliverie. Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men, And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell, And poppie, or charmes can make us sleepe as well, And better then thy stroake; why swell'st thou then? One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally, And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die.John Donne
8 THE MOWER'S SONG. I.MY mind was once the true survey Of all these meadows fresh and gay, And in the greenness of the grass Did see its hopes as in a glass ; When JULIANA came, and she, What I do to the grass, does to my thoughts and me.II.But these, while I with sorrow pine, Grew more luxuriant still and fine, That not one blade of grass you spied, But had a flower on either side ; 10 When JULIANA came, and she, What I do to the grass, does to my thoughts and me.IUnthankful meadows, could you so A fellowship so true forego, And in your gaudy May-games meet, While I lay trodden under feet? When JULIANA came, and she, What I do to the grass, does to my thoughts and me ?IV.But what you in compassion ought, Shall now by my revenge be wrought ; 20 And flowers, and grass, and I, and all, Will in one common ruin fall ; For JULIANA comes, and she, What I do to the grass, does to my thoughts and me.V.And thus, ye meadows, which have been Companions of my thoughts more green, Shall now the heraldry become With which I shall adorn my tomb ; For JULIANA came, and she, [30 What I do to the grass, does to my thoughts and me. 18.—Gaudy, joyful.